Recommended song:
Shadowlands by Rebecca St. James
You promised me
That You'd never leave
Or let me go
You promised me
That You'd love me through
The highs and lows
You promised me
You won't give me more
Than I can bear
You promised me
That when I cry out
That You'd be there
The shadowlands are what I know
So I'm hanging on to Your every word
The shadowlands surround me now
But You walk with me through the cloud
Into the sun
Into the sun
You promised me
If I sow in tears
I'll reap in joy
You promised me
That You will breathe life
Into my soul
I know it's true
All that You say
I believe in You
And I am standing on
The promises You've made
You promised me and I believe
Recommended Psalm (126):
When the LORD brought back the captives to Zion,
we were like men who dreamed.
Our mouths were filled with laughter,
our tongues with songs of joy.
Then it was said among the nations,
"The LORD has done great things for them."
The LORD has done great things for us,
and we are filled with joy.
Restore our fortunes, O LORD,
like streams in the Negev.
Those who sow in tears
will reap with songs of joy.
He who goes out weeping,
carrying seed to sow,
will return with songs of joy,
carrying sheaves with him.
2 comments:
Abbie, this song gave me a lot of comfort as I was healing from my miscarriages. (It brought a lot of tears, too.)
Held, by Natalie Grant
Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we’d be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it’s unfair
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held
(Wow, it still makes me tear up reading it now.)
PS-You can listen to it at this Web site for free.
http://www.jango.com/music/Natalie%20Grant?l=0
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